Maxioms by Lord Alfred Tennyson
Their meetings made December June.
Their every parting was to die.
Their meetings made December June.
Their every parting was to die.
We issued gorged with knowledge, and I spoke:
"Why, Sirs, they do all this as well as we."
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We issued gorged with knowledge, and I spoke:
"Why, Sirs, they do all this as well as we."
"They hunt old trails" said Cyril, "very well;
But when did woman ever yet invent?"
Then the face of night is fair in the dewy downs
And the shining daffodil dies.
Then the face of night is fair in the dewy downs
And the shining daffodil dies.
Not once or twice in our rough island story,
The path of duty was the way to glory.
Not once or twice in our rough island story,
The path of duty was the way to glory.
If we cannot do what we want, we must do what we can.
If we cannot do what we want, we must do what we can.
